“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
—Charles Bukowski (via bluelunchbox)
March 2012
52 posts
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
—Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via xdia)
February 2012
58 posts
weekend checklist:
- consumed a medium size bag of peanut butter m&m’s in one sitting
- dressed like a high class call girl
- screamed at every one of my friends for losing my leopard fur coat
- found coat, lost a different coat in the same night
- cried in the back of a cab because of a boy
- set a toaster oven on fire
- ate pizza at 3 am
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